Languish in lurid dreams as you dictate your most delirious decadence into a doggy bag,,, (think think think)

Pontificate on the pompous perfunctory pustules on the pimply ass of life,,, (think think think)

Amusingly meditate on musings from the mythic past and pretentiously pretend that you aren’t a fuck,,, (think think think)

Balance out the benign bullion bursting though the back of your brain as you blunder though your bargains for beaches,,, (think think think)

Yes beaches a peninsula of pleasure of your very own to carbon date your decay on for this shall be the place where you’ll die and where the birds will eat your eyes,,, (think think think)

Think thoughtlessly because the second you imagine death as the dominate doorway to a perfect dichotomy will be the day you forget to live outside your head,,, (don’t think don’t think don’t think)

© 2016 Jared “I.J” Steinberg. All Rights Reserved.

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